Stoodee Oh

There's something amazing about finally getting that house you've always wanted, that car, that girl, that whatever. 

Suddenly, you actually have it.

There's a period of almost denial, where you just can't quite wrap your mind around the fact that you've actually achieved something you've worked for, longed for, chased for so long.

And then you have the full realization that, holy shit, you really, actually, genuinely have it.

YOU DID IT!

Now here's where a great deal of people lose the game.  (I bet you just lost "the game...")

They don't stop and appreciate the fact that they've finally gotten whatever it was they were after.

And then the complaining starts.

Man, I wish it had this...

God, I hate that it has this...

Wow, I wish s/he would do this...

And then we're back off to the races, chasing this, wanting that, working for the other.

Chill out.

Take a bit, and really, truly, deeply appreciate.

You'd be amazed at how good it feels.




And as you appreciate him or her, that thing or that house, or whatever, you'll find that you're actually falling more and more in love with it with each passing day.

Instead of finding things that are "wrong", you'll discover more and more things that are amazingly "right" about it.

The only reason the grass is greener on the other side of the fence is all the bullshit over there.

So, in closing (See Ms. Dr. Boren?   I remember some of what you taught me!), thank you so much for taking the time to read my silly little blog, and listen to my tunes.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some stuff to go appreciate...

Busy Baby Life

Well, first of all, my apologies.  

I haven't written here in ages; due, in part, to new baby, but mostly because of sheer and profound unwillingness to write.

I haven't been writing music, poems, stories, blogs, tickets, nothing.

And each day puts me further from doing so.  But today, my beautiful 3-year-old boy is home sick with Daddy, and I've been thinking... 

A LOT.

Perhaps too much.   Perhaps not enough.

But what really strikes me today is the source of it all, the crux, the heart of the matter. 

A great deal of it is pure frustration; that sense of having been banging one's head into a wall for too long.  It's a sense of being stymied at every turn, and growing a little more baffled at each new turn of the Labyrinth. 

But yesterday, the woman of my dreams gave me my Valentine's Day present (I've already given her hers weeks ago.  It's half the reason I wait so long to buy anything.  I just can't keep myself from giving it too soon!).


It was likely the most thoughtful gift I've ever received.   She'd gone on my Facebook profile and downloaded every performance picture, every show poster, every music event, and had them all printed and framed.

So I can put them all on the wall in the studio she can't wait for me to have.

If that level of love and support doesn't spark some creativity and hope...

Well, my God, nothing will.

So to those of you who support my music habit and see the shows, I thank you humbly.

To those of you who don't and haven't...

You have no idea what you're missing.

See ya onstage.